A Talk with Dad
A Talk with Daddy
Bridgette: “So…Dad…why did you leave me?”
Scott: “Well, that’s a very hard question to answer…I guess I just didn’t need the responsibility. Didn’t need another child, I guess. Oh yeah, now I remember! I don’t love you.”
Bridgette: “Well I figured that, seeing that I’m 13 almost 14 and this is the first time we have ever met.”
Scott: “Okay well, that’s good, when I left you, I had no intention of ever coming back. You and your mother mean absolutely nothing to me. One of the worst days of my life was when I found out she was pregnant. You meant I’d have to pay 18 more years of child support. Luckily for me, your mother let me sign off all rights to you.”
Bridgette: “Yeah, she was trying to protect me, you being a criminal and all.”
Scott: “How did you know about that?”
Bridgette: “The internet is a wonderful place…. With a click of a button you can check someone’s permanent record. You’ve done a lot of time. I honestly didn’t know you would be dumb enough to try to beat up an officer.”
Scott: “That wasn’t the worst mistake of my life, you were.”
Bridgette: “Shut up! Shut up! I hate you! I hate you for what you did to me! I hate you for wanting an abortion! I hate myself for wanting to meet you1”
Scott: ”Honestly I don’t have time for your drama. Good-bye Brittany”
Bridgette: “It’s Bridgette, DAD!
Scott: Don’t call me that. It doesn’t matter. Have a nice life.”
